To a man named Crow, from his own beloved cast of characters.

Lay lovers lay

A black bird takes in strays

He’s old enough to know better

We all feel heaven when he prays

Author of our lives our thoughts our very destiny

With stately and gentle grace you guide us

The children of your mind and heart

At long last father we breathe into you that we

Love you at long word count

And as early as the cock crows

Even so as quickly we become real

And into the world no longer pen and ink

Lay your lovers

With indeed all of my true love,

Marie Athena